Tie One On

Peter Terrified of what I'd be As a kid, from what I've seen Every single day, when people try And put the pieces back together Just to smash them down The eyes on him seemed to grow sharper, actually watching him instead of just looking over him. Peter shifted under the new intensity, not comfortable with the focus. In an effort to break the contact, or at least distract himself, Peter lifted the mug to his lips again, accidentally mirroring Adam. There was another beat of uncomfortable silence as Peter considered the question, his eyes carefully focused on a point just above Adam's shoulder, before he shrugged in an obviously long practised 'casual' action. "I was... told by Alex. Do this. Kill him. Steal that." Peter slouched down in his seat a little more, reaching out to run a finger along the rim of his glass before looking up at Adam properly. "It is... was..? Is... It is important work." It wasn't as convincing as he wanted it to be, considering how much he was trying to convince himself with the same words. "Why do you care?" Peter asked suddenly, his brows pinching together in suspicion. Adam was different from him, very different. It didn't make sense to Peter that he'd even want anything to do with him, unless he needed something specific. Even that didn't make sense to Peter though, his mind swirling as he tried to figure out what the other man wanted.